We had supper and put the kids to bed. Then we adults sat around the campfire with a few bottles of wine and chit chatting.It wasn’t long before the...men started stretching and yawning and declared themselves ready for bed. But I was just winding down from the day. I was set to party more. I mean, hello! It wasn’t even midnight! I saw Tammy was feeling the same way. We looked at each other, rolling our eyes. I have known Tammy for a few years and have shared some intimate moments every now and. The males automatically became Master when they entered our house and the ladies Mistress.Monday evenings Mary would give back my dentures unless I had somehow displeased her in which case I would have to eat mush while she had regular food. I had become little more than a slave for her. Whenever she demanded it, I would do oral sex on her and she still liked fisting me roughly. I came to look forward to her fisting sessions as they were the closest thing to an orgasm as I could have now. I had. Theemergence of the dominant woman does not threaten but enhances the progressofcivilization. Ipostulate that the more advanced a society the more exhalted are its* women andthegreaterits* compassion for the poor, the elderly and the children. Why is itstrange that some men just love the mystery and mind and pleasure of women? Or,beyond that, why many feel the desire and need to adore and worship thefeminine aspect of the universe.No onequestions that? much of the world bowsbefore deitys that. ‘That does feel nice,’ she murmured. ‘It’s certainly helping me calm down.’ She was surprised how open she had been with this man she’d just met. Talking with him had been a real comfort. ‘I bet you could use a hug,’ Frank said, surprising himself. He had been thinking that, but had no intention of verbalizing his thought. It just came out before he could stop himself. ‘Way to go, dummy!’ he thought. ‘Won’t you ever learn to put your brain in gear before you put your mouth in motion?’ Nora.